The drive over is the best part.

Marth pulls up at the front of the Mansion behind the wheel of a bubblegum pink car that definitely doesn’t belong to him. He flips down a pair of sunglasses that he probably also borrowed for the occasion, and says to Wilma, who’s been waiting outside the courtyard, “Get in loser, we’re going shopping.”

His girlfriend climbs in with an eyeroll and a giggle, but the blue-haired boy still puts a hand to his hair as he apologizes for quoting Mean Girls without a license.

Wii Fit Trainer, now that she’s got a good look at him, greatly appreciates the sight of her feminine boyfriend snugly wrapped in her own clothing style; a pair of yoga pants that shows off the sexy curves of his legs and hips, and an athletic hoodie that’s so thin, she can see the outline of his… basically everything. It’s like he’s wearing nothing at all. She wipes a small trail of drool off her chin as she ogles Marth’s effectively-naked silhouette.

Her cute boyfriend actually has to look away for a second because of how sexy he finds Wilma in turn; a blue sundress flows over her tautly muscled frame, and a small pair of sandals being the closest she’s gotten to wearing real shoes in a couple months. The view Marth has down her top drives his little dick to harden immediately, and Wii Fit Trainer can’t help but fawn over the small tent it’s making between his legs.

“Aww, babe, I love the way you look in yoga pants! That kinda bulge makes a girl wanna play around… ” she says with an evil, licentious gleam in her gray eyes.

The drive to the outdoor mall is fast, entertaining, and fun for Wilma— in no small part due to Marth’s inability to resist it when she massages his crotch. She almost made him cream his pants twice, but she’s not totally evil… so she lets up on the heavy petting by the time they’ve parked. The poor, lucky prince’s tiny dick is almost able to soften, up until he gets a peek under his girlfriend’s sundress as she stands up out of the car, and sees her hairless pussy and gorgeous bubble-butt free to the breeze down there.

He doesn’t say a word, but his penis stays achingly erect while he climbs out opposite her; trying to adjust his package to make the Falchion-hard dickprint less obvious before Wilma (or anyone else) can catch sight of it. With a blush across his face like they’re still a new couple, Marth takes her pale white hand in his own, and leads her through the crowded promenade into a store that looks a lot more… risqué than the others.

“The Twilight Perverts”

Oh no… Wilma thinks as her cute boyfriend takes her past the threshold into lewd town.